025. Bovid's Horns

Layla-May moves her chair in and sits down next to my side. She sits so close to me that her soft bosom is leaning on my arm, while her protuberant tip rubs on my forearm whenever she adjusts her posture…

Warmth spreads across my face and ears whilst my heart races until it shortens my breath. I retain my glance on the desk as I try to act calmly, "Um… Layla-May…"

However, before I am allowed to voice out my concern, Layla-May begins to take me through the paragraphs.

Beginning with an old art of celestial beings, Layla-May introduces, "People think an angel appears to be freed from the constraint of its material existence, they can be souls or spirits without a form; Most of them are depicted similar to humans, except for the celestial elements they appear along with."